Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Brick,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.